Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
JFA,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.